Finally, at the height of a long agony, she gave him a flower-like flower and burst into laughter. A smile like a flower burning in the eyes. A sharing that needs no words. When I saw their smiles, I realized that this silent sharing is more eloquent than the greetings heard from the next rooms.
I saw in the eyes,
Your heart is burning…
Lyrics by Kaitapram, Music by Ravindran Mash, M. G. Sreekumar’s singing.
The magic that touches the heart by looking in the eyes. There is such a strong connection between the eyes and the heart. Lovers who tell stories with their eyes, a child who tries to escape without looking at his mother’s face if she lies. Someone who leaves a big lie in her head like ‘You are the truth’ and goes down looking somewhere. So many stories the eyes have to tell! A lot of stories. From love to rage, from caring to deceit. Our eyes are a square field filled with all kinds of light.
Pain reliever
It was my son who first introduced me to the idea of looking deep into the eyes and getting into someone’s heart. He was in the agony of a not-so-trivial fall in the two-year-old’s mischief. His nove filled my eyes too. I was touching the wound on the baby’s leg. He also seemed to want to finish the next task after the pain subsided a little. It must have been because of the excess of baby pain that was not contained even for a moment, which was held close to my chest.
We were a song away without saying a word. He looked into my eyes after the song was over. Happy flowers in the child’s eyes as if they had found something. ‘Mammakannil Thommi’- the joy contained in a low voice. Wide-eyed surprise. What enthusiasm he has in his mother’s eyes! Forgetting the pain, Tommy and his mother laughed together. The rest of us lined up to join in our eye-to-eye game. Even after years, we find each other looking in the eyes and resigning at the end of the quarrels.
silentVain smiles
It was during the work in the labor room that the eye-catching romantic expressions were once etched in my mind. A girl who could not speak or hear had come for delivery. So is her friend. She lay down with tears streaming down her face amidst the constant moans and screams from the adjoining rooms. She would look into her friend’s eyes in the moments when the intermittent waves of pain subsided. I just imagined her saying ‘I can’t’ or something.
His alternative look translated as ‘I’m with you’. She would cling to his arms when she was in severe pain. His palm cupping her thin fingers was saying you have me in a loud voice that would shatter any silence. How beautiful are the flowers of love that bloom in silence! Finally, at the height of a long agony, she gave him a flower-like flower and burst into laughter. A smile like a flower burning in the eyes. A sharing that needs no words. When I saw their smiles, I realized that this silent sharing is more eloquent than the greetings heard from the next rooms.
A hunter’s cunning in those eyes
A much loved one had to say that there was a look of deception hidden in her eyes. She was trying to escape from a life that only gave her pain. I didn’t have to do anything but listen to her. The story that stuck in my ears was like an insect caught in a spider’s web, unable to escape no matter how hard I tried. He finally called her to his side one night when he announced his decision to break up. He spoke to her so sweetly that he had not heard her for so long. At one point, she herself felt that all the suffering she experienced was a myth. A look into his eyes as if to try again. The eyes of a person whose heart is so broken can touch its depths. I forgot to breathe when I heard what she said.
Complaints, petty threats, accusations were all heard. At one point the mind wandered. The woman’s mind again wavered in the thought that the man with the talis around his neck is the father of the babies. I closed my eyes and prepared my mind to forgive everything. She held him close to her chest and was ready to say ‘never mind’, she looked into his eyes. There was no pity or the emptiness of someone who was giving up on life. Instead, he clearly saw a man playing the victim, baiting the pet dog into coming. The male who shared his body, the female clearly knows his every move. The cunning of the hunter trying not to let the prey go was clear in those eyes. A fireball of fear rose from my stomach when she said that the ferocity of a predator’s eyes was evident when his prey was gaining strength. With that single look, she came to a firm decision about what she wanted her life to be like.
Mysteries of Gazes
The eye is the most powerful weapon. Some glances can pierce our hearts. In front of certain gazes, we will be helpless by breaking the tip of our weapons. Some look like a lifeless corpse from some depths. Now some glances will lead us to realize how beautiful this world is. Mysteries of glances!
A bird flaps its wings within, eyeing a peaceful look. What splendor some eyes so gentle and bright, Down into the depths!
Let us also look into the eyes of those with us. Let the casual glances have a little more care, a little more depth. Let there be caresses from our eyes that give a comfort that I am with you and give a confirmation that you should not be afraid. We can walk by seeing ourselves in the other’s eyes, looking at the holy gazes that are intertwined with love and care. In front of you is a bird so wounded that only a deep look can touch it. All you have to do is open the inner eye, and it will forget the noves and fly away again. It is like touching the depths of life. Something that taps into another’s inner potential…
How longing to finish this journey! How many hours will it take to extinguish this lamp! Look into each other’s eyes just one more time before it’s over. Then move forward with folded hands in the realization that you and I are one. Let the love in the eyes not wither.
Last Updated Nov 9, 2022, 3:09 PM IST